Sometimes, as I have read these poems, I wonder if they are finished. I skipped over one that I knew wasn't, but this one I'm not sure about.
Innocence
Somewhere deep inside
I know I've got nothing to hide.
I know it's okay to let go
And to let my feelings show.
Someday I shall find
A new way to find peace of mind.
And when we listen we will hear
The music ringing so clear.
(Sometime in 1996)
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